More Stories to Make You Blush

by Marie Gray

  “Oh, no! Did anyone see?”

  “I don’t think so. But if they did, I don’t think it would’ve added to my humiliation—I was already destroyed! Eve kept trying for three months, and I’ll always be grateful to her, even though it didn’t work. She tried everything: sexy outfits of every kind, accessories, films that got wilder all the time. Finally, she just gave up. She grew more and more detached until we had to admit that the damage was beyond repair and the situation wasn’t about to change.

  “We broke up. Both of us were bitter and disappointed. But I couldn’t ask her to keep on being patient and cooperative, because I seemed to be a hopeless case. She ended up calling me a coward because I refused to go to the doctor. But there was nothing wrong with me! I could still get it up, briefly; it was just at the moment of truth that everything changed! I still felt the same quiver when I was turned on, but then the sudden pressure drop ruined everything. No way I was going to talk to the doctor about it! Hey, this was my manhood at stake! And if I couldn’t satisfy my companion on demand the way I always could before, well, too bad. I would just have to try and get better alone.

  “When they saw how pitiful I looked my friends finally admitted that their claims of ‘almost every day’ and ‘four or five times a week’ were not quite accurate. My friend Sid even admitted, a bit on the defensive, that ‘with the job and the kids, it’s normal … sometimes. But I can still get it up!’ In the end I decided not to talk about it any more. But from that moment I started to really go downhill. The shot of scotch I allowed myself after a stressful day at the office turned into four or five shots per evening. Sometimes I even drank at lunch. I slept badly, trying to figure out what had gone wrong, why I was being punished.”

  “I can understand. In your position, lots of men would’ve done worse!”

  “A little longer and I think I would’ve gone under. Then one day, on day 253, I decided to stop thinking about it—like an amputee has to force himself to stop thinking about his lost leg. I hated my penis with an absorbing passion. I didn’t talk to it any more, didn’t even look at it. I gave it the silent treatment, like a kid. That lasted for two days. On the third day I sunk really low and phoned Eve for comfort. She was chilly at first, but I told her I really needed her and used all my charm to convince her. I told her my problem still hadn’t been solved, but I needed a willing ear and a shoulder to cry on. She finally accepted. All that sincerity won her over.

  “I hadn’t seen her since we’d broken up. I remembered her delicate contours with sadness—she was so beautiful, and all woman. I thought about how understanding she’d been. She’d really tried everything; I had been lucky to find a woman like her. But despite all her efforts, the sexier she was, the more stubborn my cock became. The more she tried to reassure me, the more I disappointed her. I owed her a lot, starting with a lot of respect and a big apology.”

  “Humility seems to work pretty well with women.”

  “This wasn’t just humility, it was total despair! I rang her bell feeling pretty anxious, and what a shock I had when she answered the door. She was wearing an old sweatshirt covered with paint stains. Her hair was sloppily pinned up, with bits hanging in her face and eyes. She looked terrible! No makeup, holes in her socks, and that shapeless sweatshirt hiding her gorgeous curves. I was really worried and asked her what was wrong. But before she even answered, down in my pants I felt the first real stirring I’d felt in months. ‘I can’t believe it!’ I said to myself. ‘What a scarecrow!’ But it was true! I discreetly looked down at my own sweatsuit and couldn’t believe my eyes! A hard on so hard that it made a little tent in my pants! Eve followed my gaze and her eyes widened. She decided to let me in. She was worried what the neighbors would think. But I sensed she was skeptical. She was probably telling herself that at any moment the ‘tent’ would fall down, leaving me humiliated one more time. She led me in and went to the kitchen to get me a beer. It was then I saw, through a hole in her pants, that she was wearing the horrible pink underpants we always used to make fun of ! They were baggy and had lost their elastic, and hung out the back of her pants. Seeing them, my hard-on was back, half an inch longer than usual. What was going on? Was this what made me hard now? Everything was backwards …

  “Eve came back with the beer and looked at my crotch in disbelief. But all she did was smile, not wanting to add to my disappointment.

  “As for me, all I could think about was tearing those horrible clothes off her! Afraid of seeing my hopes fly away once again I told her I’d had a solid erection for over five minutes. Wow! Another minute or two and I’d be leaping for joy! Eve pointed out that her clothes weren’t exactly sexy. Maybe that was the explanation, I told her, then asked her what kind of bra she was wearing. She lifted her sweatshirt to reveal a dowdy beige bra that covered her breasts entirely. It was old and falling apart, with threads hanging off it. Nothing attractive—quite the opposite! But again my dick leapt up, and a little drop formed at the end, almost burning me. It had been such a long time.

  “Eve eyed me intently. She took off her sweatpants, displaying her pink underpants in all their ugly glory, then her sweatshirt. She stood before me, decked out in horrible underwear and socks with holes, and I just got harder. I was big and hard as a stallion. She pulled down my pants and sucked me. I kept waiting for the moment of defeat, but it didn’t happen! She went to the sofa, beckoning to me, and pushed the crotch of her underpants aside without taking them off. I entered her in one stroke, harder than I’d ever been. Eve made love to me slowly, tenderly. I loved her with my whole cock, determined to make the pleasure last as long as possible.

  “When I finally came it was with a flash of lucidity: ‘What horrible underwear!’”

  For a Good Cause

  The door opened with a creak and my old friend Liza made her entrance. She looked at me from head to foot, flashed her famous smile, and sat down. She was obviously waiting for me to start talking. I knew we’d have plenty of time to talk about less important things later, so I got right to the heart of the matter. That’s what she’d come for. I swallowed hard, collecting myself, then began.

  “This all started just after I moved into my new place. Last year, remember? Before that I lived in an apartment building where I’d been happily living for years. And I’d never planned to leave there, either— twenty stories high with some really nice and obliging neighbors, Steve and Sylvie, who gave me the chance to indulge my exhibitionist tendencies.”

  “Well, well, well. How did this happen?”

  “It was all very innocent. I just hadn’t bought drapes for the big windows in my bedroom. My lover at that time liked to watch me dance with all the lights on. To please him one night I prepared a little demonstration of my skills, and then realized that my neighbors could watch us making love—and I’m pretty sure they took full advantage of it! The cross-shaped architecture was another wonderful thing about that building!

  “Anyway, this kind of performance was a source of pride for me, and I took pleasure in showing my neighbors what else I was capable of. It didn’t take me long to realize they were looking at me every chance they got. That was a huge turn on for me. Then there was Dave. A big muscular guy with a huge cock. I know you’d have liked him. I’d been seeing him for about a month, then his wife—of course I didn’t know he was married!—came over and threatened me in very explicit terms. What a letdown. Dave was a fantastic lover and I was getting attached to him. I’m not all that sentimental, but I’d have liked to spend more time with him. True, he was a bit rough and his prick was really huge, but he was wonderful. I let him go with great regret, and tried to set my sights on the future. But his humiliated wife did her best to make life difficult for me. Then a friend of mine found the perfect solution. Do you remember Elaine?”

  “The real estate agent?”

  “Yes. It was pretty obvious I needed a change of scenery, so she convinced me to buy a house. She quickly came up with something she knew I’d like. The hou
se was a real find, and within my price range.

  “From the moment I moved I found being a homeowner very pleasant. I missed my old neighbors, but I told myself something exciting would happen in my new environment so I wouldn’t regret moving. Meanwhile, the only souvenir I had of Dave was a thin leather belt that he’d left at my place by accident. He’d used it one night to whip me, tenderly. It was an intense and delicious memory, and I never hesitated to use the belt when I felt the need.

  “Then one day a green van pulled up in front of the house and a young man rang my doorbell, offering to take care of my lawn. ‘It’s not my lawn that needs taking care of !’ I said to myself, looking at the splendid young guy. He looked so nice I hired him on the spot.

  “Oh, oh! When you say ‘young guy’...?”

  “Not even twenty! But let me continue! During the heat wave, in the evenings, I acquired the habit of turning on the radio and slipping into the pool, naked as the day I was born. I had the pool built when I moved in. The water was perfect, just the right temperature for cooling down an overheated body. I paddled around a few moments, then let myself float on my back, admiring the starry sky. After a few minutes of this my body drifted of its own accord to the powerful water jet from the filtration system.

  “The churning of the water was intense and I let it massage my breasts, my belly … my inner thighs. My body warmly welcomed this unexpected caress. I spread my legs a moment and let the hot whirlpool massage me. Then on impulse I got out of the pool, wrapped myself in a towel, and went to get Dave’s belt. As usual I got turned on just touching it. I slid it between my legs, down my back, my belly. Then I grabbed it at either end and slid it back and forth between my legs, letting the leather rub my swollen sex.

  “It was totally dark, so I could lie down on the chaise lounge and finish with my hand what the belt had started. After a few minutes of this I silently came, thinking of Dave, my old neighbors, and the young man who’d come over that afternoon.

  “Suddenly, I heard the crackling of a branch. I snapped to attention and listened. There was soft laughter and murmuring whispers coming from the yard that backed onto mine. Had they seen me? Who were they? I was dying of curiosity. I wrapped myself in a towel and crept over to the neighbors’ fence.

  “A couple was lying in the grass, kissing and laughing. They were obviously trying to be quiet, but without much success. I couldn’t see their faces, just the outlines of their bodies. They seemed young, maybe even teenagers. The boy seemed to be making advances and the girl trying to stop him. You could tell from her stifled giggles that she was nervous. She allowed him to caress her young chest, though he wasn’t very gentle. But then when he tried putting his hand inside her shorts, she jumped to her feet. All trace of laughter was gone and she ran away crying: ‘Not that, Sean! You promised!’

  “Sean … was it the same Sean who had come to my house that afternoon? Probably. Poor guy! So cute, but couldn’t get what he wanted. I said to myself, ‘He should choose older, less uptight girlfriends!’ I didn’t want him to know I was there, so I crept back inside, poured myself a drink, and sipped it in front of the television before falling asleep.”

  * * *

  Liza was hanging on to my every word; she had even taken off her jacket and shoes to listen more closely. She knew me well enough to know I wouldn’t keep her in suspense unless it was worth the wait.

  I continued with pleasure.

  “The next day was as hot as the day before. I didn’t have the energy to get dressed, so I stayed in my bathing suit all day. I didn’t do anything very strenuous, just lazed in the sun with a good book, taking an occasional dip in the pool, which had proved to be a worthwhile investment!

  “Later in the morning I saw my backyard neighbor. It was the young man who’d come to take care of my lawn and had such an unpleasant setback the night before. He slaved away, ripping up weeds and trimming the hedge here and there. I suddenly felt sorry for him, seeing him so hot and sweaty. I went to the fence between our two properties and called to him, inviting him for a swim. He replied with a broad smile. As I walked away I mused about how red his face had become when he accepted my invitation. Was it me having that effect on him, or was it the heat? ‘Maybe a bit of both,’ I decided.

  “He showed up in the late afternoon, carrying a towel and wearing a pair of baggy shorts. He greeted me politely, then hesitated. I motioned for him to go ahead, and watched him dive into the pool. He didn’t have to be asked twice! He remained in the water for awhile, then got out. He was really adorable. Very tall, a bit on the thin side, but his muscles seemed firm and on their way to getting bigger. His skin was smooth and tanned a beautiful gold color. His features were a bit feminine. He was going to be an incredible charmer when he grew up.

  “‘How old is he, anyway?’ I wondered. I tried guessing, but then decided just to ask. ‘Uh, nineteen,’ he answered, blushing again.”

  “The perfect age; a dream come true!” Liza said, enchanted.

  “Yes, he really was the boy of every girl’s dreams. I offered him a beer. He hesitated a moment, then accepted gratefully. When I came back out of the house he was sitting at the edge of his chair, his rumpled towel spread over his lap. I handed him the beer and took a long swallow from mine before jumping into the delicious water. Once I’d cooled off, I eagerly got out and sat down next to him with a smile of contentment. I asked him, ‘So are you still in school?’

  “Sean took awhile to answer. He was wearing sunglasses so I couldn’t really see his eyes, but I guessed he was looking down my top. As if coming out of a fog he rumpled the towel over his lap even more and stammered, ‘Uh, no. Maybe I’ll go back one day, but for now I just want to work. My mom isn’t too happy about it.’

  “‘Do you have a girlfriend?’ I asked him.

  “I did until last night. Something happened and … she took it badly.”

  “I decided not to pursue the subject. He wasn’t about to confide in me; he barely knew me. But I was dying of curiosity.

  “‘You’ll meet someone else, a handsome guy like you.’

  “Sean blushed under his tan, but still managed to smile.

  “‘Yeah, I know. And I’ll have to get used to things ending the same way each time. Maybe I’m too impatient, if you know what I mean.’

  “‘I don’t want to discourage you, but that doesn’t necessarily get better with age.’

  “‘And you, are you married? Sorry, I shouldn’t ask things like that.’

  “‘That’s all right, you can ask anything you want! No, I’m not married and I don’t think I’ll be getting married soon. Things are pretty quiet in that department these days.’

  “‘Yeah, I know what you mean.’

  “After a few moments of silence and a few swallows of beer Sean got up to leave, thanking me for everything. I watched him leave and I called after him, ‘Any time; don’t be shy!’ I couldn’t help admiring his young body, those long limbs that would fill out over the next few years. I made an effort to remember my boyfriends when I was his age. I suppressed a long shudder. Oh, if only I’d realized back then how lucky I was! Nothing was very complicated. It was a time of great discoveries, dizzy revelations, physical as well as emotional. The first caresses behind a bush. The first time you realize, as a woman, the nearly limitless power you have over men. The dangers, the things you shouldn’t do, classmates’ gossip. Those were the days!

  “Sean was probably at that time of his life, exploring a demanding and impetuous sexual nature. But judging from his remarks, he didn’t seem to be meeting with much success. I thought maybe I could help him, give him a few pieces of advice. At nineteen it was high time he learned! He was already missing out on the best things in life!”

  “You’re telling me!” Liza concurred. “Considering the average length of a man’s sex life, there’s not a minute to lose!”

  “The next Friday was cooler than the days before. I took advantage of it to take an evening walk around the neig
hborhood. I savored the quiet of the well-kept little streets, and the general air of serenity. I inhaled the light fragrance of the many flowers and trees, listening to the crickets and cicadas. When I turned the corner I saw a van I recognized, full of gardening equipment. Inside was a boy—I guessed it was Sean— and a young woman. I ducked into the shadow of a tree.

  “I could see the silhouette of the couple in sharp contrast with the light from the streetlights. They were kissing with charming abandon. Sean had his arms around the shoulders of the girl, who at least from that distance seemed quite willing. She took off her jacket. I smiled. Things were looking up for my little friend! I watched them in silence for a few minutes. Suddenly the girl pulled away, hurried into her jacket, and opened the car door, crying: ‘It’s just our first date and you already want to take my clothes off ?! What’s it going to be in a week? Well, you’re never going to find out!’

  “On that note she fled, looking more angry than hurt. I watched her go, then came out of hiding and went back to my nocturnal walk. I didn’t want Sean to know I’d seen him lose face. I passed the van, which hadn’t moved, hesitated a moment, then walked around to the door on the driver’s side.

  “Sean was sitting behind the wheel smoking a cigarette, motionless. He didn’t seem to understand what had just happened. Maybe he was totally discouraged. Seeing me, he gave a little wave. I spoke first.

  “‘She didn’t seem in a very good mood.’

  “‘Oh! So what else is new.’

  “‘You don’t seem too perky either. Do you want to talk about it? We could go for a beer at the corner.’

  “‘Yeah, a beer would be good. Get in!’

  “I climbed into the old van and let myself be driven to a little bar a couple of blocks away. Once we got there we ordered a pitcher that he hastened to pay for, before I could protest. I tried to get him to talk. He explained that it was always the same: he’d meet a girl he liked and get her to go out with him, but then he ruined everything. ‘I always want to go too far, too fast! I don’t do it on purpose, it’s just … ’